My dad always says; if you want life to give you lemons, you need to stand underneath a lemon tree.

Did this for Zakvi, for pleasure and for Phoenix. A story will probably follow!

It's been a staggering SIX MONTHS since I've made my last set! And I haven't even posted a story to it. Shame on me. Well, I think I'm back.
 
To be honest I've been caught up in school, social events, and with my boyfriend. On May 30th we've been a couple for 6 months, so he is the bad guy for taking up all of my poly-time.
 
Anyway, I want to wear this today. See you later, lovies! I hope you haven't forgotten all about me. I haven't forgotten you guys, I promise!

Story up tomorrow! just need to brain storm on it a little - I just really wanted a Phoenix set out!

Collab with @lovecraft - my boo, we're back!
 
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I'd started to enjoy the days when Warren was at the office with his father. My dad rarely demanded my help anymore. Normally, during a campaign, I'd be super busy as well, but I guess he just figured that I made out the wrong image for the message he wanted to send to his voters. Although to be honest (and my father would never admit this) I think mine and Warren's relationship helped on the poles. To see the parties cooperating, even if it's through us, was something the public liked to see. Plus, a little love story always helps.
 
And hell, I loved Warren. But it wasn't new and exciting and arousing anymore. It was our lives now and I felt like I lacked some excitement. I'd always filled my life with drama and fun and never settling down, but I did now. I did nothing. Really, all I had was my new boobs and they'd gotten boring as well (Warren didn't think so though).
 
Our morning ritual went like this: I wake up, put on my robe and go into the kitchen and makes coffee for us both. Warren wakes at the sound of our Nespresso machine, he showers and joins me in the kitchen where we drink our coffees together, he kisses me goodbye and says "I love you" before going off to the office. This morning was just the same.
 
"Don't you think our mornings look very much alike these days, babe?" I asked just before he got around to say his declaration of love. I hooked my thumb into the knot of my robe and undid it, letting it fall open and loosely around my shoulders, "I don't like it."
 
His eyes widened at the sight of my naked skin only covered by a lace bra that, to say the least, supported nothing at all. He sighed like he gave up and put down his suitcase next to him, "I thought we were having fun, playing house," he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in.
 
"We were. But a routine is a routine no matter how sweet," I replied. Shortly after his lips attacked mine. "Sex... won't... change... it!" I managed to breathe through his familiar, but oh-so-amazing kisses. I found myself undoing his tie and tossing it on the floor. Soon I found myself being tossed on our bed.
 
"I should be at the office in 10 minutes," he moaned while unhooking my bra and tossing it away.
 
"Then we'll just undo the things that need to be undone," I chuckled and unzipped his Armani pants.
 
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"Why are you smiling?" he chuckled. He sat on the foot of our bed completely dressed. I stood up in front of him, butt-naked, and redid his Kenzo-tie. His hands were gently messaging my buttocks.
 
"I don't know," I lied not wanting to take the subject of conversation back to the routine-thing. He kissed my nipple gently making it impossible for me to make his tie perfect. "Baby, I can't help you when you do that," I said. It sounded a bit more harsh than I actually meant it to.
 
He pulled himself away form me like it was a struggle and said; "Fine. Do my tie," he tilted his head slightly back and straightened his back like a little school boy.
 
My smile turned into a pout, "I don't want any of us to give up on our lives."
 
"Hmm," he replied. I could tell by the wrinkles between his eyes, that he was thinking hard, trying to connect the dots.
 
"You disagree?"
 
He was entering a minefield now and he didn't even know it, "not necessarily. But I can't quite grasp your point. Are you unhappy?" and he got through the minefield perfectly. His hands moved upwards from my butt to the small of my back.
 
I sighed, "I don't want to /become/ unhappy."
 
The wrinkle between his eyes grew deeper, "is there something missing, then?" he kept guessing.
 
I took some time to make out a sentence that would make him least upset but also make it clear for him what I wanted, "I feel like the wife staying at home while the husband goes out to provide for the family - which is completely unnecessary as the family already is provided for through the money they get from their parents. I feel like my parents. My mom." I'd finished his tie and he stood up from the bed and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window. Although it was only a little past 9, the street was busy with people. Suits running late to work, mothers sending off their kids to school, tourists on a deroute...
 
"But we're not our parents," Warren replied coldly and collected.
 
"No, but I'm afraid of becoming them," suddenly I didn't feel comfortable about being naked anymore. The situation had gone from hot, arousing sex to a completely opposite ambiance. I picked up Warren's used shirt from last night. Although unable to button the area around my chest I felt more at ease.
 
He turned to look out of the window, "maybe it's because it's been a long time since I've seen a couple like the one you describe, but I... don't see how I can fix this," he turned around again and looked at me. This time he looked like the situation was hopeless.
 
"I don't NEED you to fix it," I spat back. He just didn't get it...
 
"But I'd rather shoot myself than know you're unhappy."
 
I made my way in between the window and his body, "but you're not singularly responsible for my happiness. All I ask is an open mind from you, and continuing to give me the respect you have so far," I caressed his face, his beard scripting me. He grabbed it and kissed it softly.
 
"Of course. You are stronger than any man I've ever met. I just want you to be happy, and I'm not using empty words when I say I'd do anything for you, but the campaign is in full swing, and I do have to go," he smiled and I felt that I didn't anymore.
 
"I love you," he planted a kiss on the side of my head, "I'll see you tonight."
 
He was the sweetest man on Earth. He must be. But sometimes I felt like he didn't understand anything. Nothing at all. I know it's campaign days and these days are crucial... Maybe I'm being unfair. "Love you, too," I replied back habitually. "See you then," I forced a smile to develop on my lips. I climbed back under the covers before he'd left the room. It'd upset him when I didn't kiss him one last time. He walked towards the door
unwillingly, turned around and looked and left
shortly after.

In its best time of the year

Longing for autumn in NYC... and Aaron, obviously - that beautiful, beautiful man... It's been a while since I've done an outfit this colorful!
 
Leaving for London tomorrow!

Just revived my love for Aaron Johnson by watching Nowhere Boy.
 
Also, anyone interested in creating a new roleplay? pm me!

After all this travelling that I've been doing, I must've caught myself a Parisian or perhaps Barcelonian flu, since I'm sick. My throat feels about the size of a button and everything going through it (even spit) hurts like hell.
 
The worst thing is that I was invited to a party tonight and now I can't go - unless a miracle is happening sometimes soon!
 
But I'll be here all day so if you're (like me) utterly bored, please pm me and we can be bored together.

Just got back from a fantastic and fun trip to lovely Paris. Two weeks ago I was in Barcelona. #livingthelife

/ Some Nights by Fun. featured in the set - check it out, if you haven't heard it yet!
 
WHICH reality star-turned-actress is trying to hide the fact that her relationship is entirely fake? Set up by her agent, the star's newest public lover is a reality king from another program, but word on the street is that neither of them are in it for the long haul. Why? She's really dating a much older, married man, and he... well. He's spending a little too much time in the men's locker room.
Name: Jess Van Vuuren
Age: 22
Hometown: Chicago, IL
Known for: The too-revealing and simply too-much appearance she made on the hit reality-show about struggling actors and actresses. And for her good looks, but also for being (judging what's been depicted on the show) not to brainy.
Model: Megan Fox
 
This is Hollywood and that means complexity and keeping your guards up. It's not uncommon that your dad is married to your boyfriend's little sister, and your mom sleeps with your children's teacher, whilst their chihuauas are breeding. And if you face a situation like one of the above, you have to choose between keeping it a secret, or putting in your shiniest armor, because the press wants to pin you down with distasteful headlines - all of which (mostly) aren't true.
 
Sometimes I could wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat and tears running down my cheeks. I'd always think 'silly me', and turn down the heat, but as I laid back down on my pillow next to my boyfriend, Christopher - or Andrew for that matter - I knew I was lying to myself as well as everyone else. Mostly was I lying to Chris and to Andrew's wife. Both Andrew and I were, and I felt so bad. And to say that I haven't heard the rumors about Andrew's homosexual tendencies, would be lying. It is much easier to deny the truth than to deal with a matter this humiliating for me.
 
Chris would wake up immediately, his hair all tousled, and look at me with his sleepy eyes, "you okay, babe?"
 
"Yeah," I'd reply through my teeth and turn around. Sometimes he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around me, before he dozed off to sleep again. When his snoring reappeared, I'd start crying. Silently, but I'd cry so hard it would hurt in my throat afterwards.
 
Just the other day my agent wanted to sign me for another season of 'Up the Hollywood Hill', which was the show I was in for several seasons. When I look back at those days, I wish someone had talked me out of doing it. I signed a contract for 3 seasons, and the show was a massive hit, and yes, the money I earned did take me from Chicago to L.A., but sometimes I don't know if it really was worth it.
 
And I dozed off…
 
My eyes were not yet ready for the forceful rays of the bright California sun shining through our floor to ceiling windows we had in our bedroom, when I woke up the following morning. Chris had left for some job he had. I realized my phone was ringing on my nightstand. I fumbled with it, but finally succeeded, "yeah?"
 
"Jess, I have Pitbull's people on the line. Apparently the girl they were using for his new video broke her leg, and they're looking for another girl to take over."
 
I furrowed my brows. I knew Pitbull's videos. Censored p*rn is basically what it is. I tried to get away from that stuff, "are they asking for me?"
 
My agent hesitated, "not exactly… But you'd be great! Just pop that body of yours into a bikini and dance!"
 
"No, Liz, we talked about this," I replied calmly and sat up in my bed.
 
"But it's a great opportu--"
 
"I do not want those kinds of jobs anymore," I hissed, "you need to find something else for me. I don't want this image any longer," in frustration I hung up and threw my phone on the floor.
 
It was there for a minute or two before I picked it up again and dialed Andrew's number.
 
"Can you be here in 30?"
 
top 4:
- Jess
- Atlanta
- Micky
- Ashley
 
Collection: to come in a sec!